Born

Born
Day is a happy day for mama
An angry day too
Nine months of waiting
Praying that today
He would come through

A secret she’ll keep
If he doesn’t show
Because no one will care
If she suffers alone

She said she told him
About born day
And that he had a choice
But he never walked past
Her room or glanced in
Nursery

What’s the secret?
They all refuse to tell me
So I speculate
And dream about
And cry
As old as I am
I wonder why

Only one precious memory
From born day
Me

Next Blog: He’s with the band

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